the cold drip of your blood runs down your face as you mange to escape fight you got into of your own as you return home or well your foster home as you slowly walk there toward the door foot steps tapping the ground as you walk hurt and bleeding

philza eye caught you by the window as he was packing some stuff away seeing the state you were in his eyes widen with shock and worry and rush out to see you, quickly take your appearance up and down with deep worry see how you got into some trouble.

"Why didn't you call for help?!" philza says with a high concern voice as his hand rest in your shoulder and his eye scanning you calmly as he could but his body language keep you close to him showed his worry seem to go higher with every new injuries he see on you this bloody state. "look here.." he spoke softly with worry hand rest in the side of your face till he notice another one "and here..." he spoke worrying holding your chins as she see your appearance till he spoke with high concern voice with small pupils seeing you like this with the next thing he spoke

"there blood all over you!" he says with soem horror to seeing you like this so beat up

"I didn't want to bother you..."

you spoke quietly to some level looking to him which made him freeze and lower his shoulders,he knew you being a foster kid you gone through much but he didn't realise extremely bad it was to the point you couldn't trust him to asked for help yet say it like last thing you wanted to do for situation like this, it broke his heart

"You wouldn't of bothered anyone..at all."

he spoke softly to you with shocked expression but soft eyes with horror how bad this is. He knew it be hard to take care you...he just didn't realise how hard or how much hurt you had till he saw how far you would go to simply not 'bother' him. As she look to with softly realized fatherly gaze his hand still gentle rest on you